Fly Little Angel — Poetry By Archangel White Wolf

There was an angel
That wanted to fly
She was kept in a cage
So instead she cried
Her tears were felt
From far away
A winged warrior appeared
And he held sway
With all his power
Fury and rage
He set her free
From her cage
Fly little angel
Soar to the stars
And never be afraid
To be who you are

Fly Little Angel — Poetry By Archangel White Wolf

“I wanted to love you” up at Free Verse Revolution #poetry — Short Prose

each word I write cries on the tunes of spring,

a spring that ends in graveyards and in dreams

the night I abandoned you on that bench and left

snows in my mind the syllable of hell

I wanted to return 

I wanted to love you

I choked on ecstasies from vaguely bluish lands

that night I took a part of you with me

I cashed your soul and threw it to some dirty lips 

I bought one ticket from a shaman dressed in red

and flew towards the island of nowhere 

and now between the mighty heaven and the hell

I love you and I hate you are the same 

and I return to find the pardon of the sands

to kiss your dust left on your mother’s hand

I dress in colored ashes and black skirts

the language of the prophets with no tongues 

on a new bench I sit alone at funerals 

and wait until the sea closes its eyes 

to resurrect the ghost of love that you inscribed 

on the red bridge between your spring and mine

I wanted to return 

I wanted to love you… 

++ a great poem from Gabriela ++
Posted at Free Verse Revolution be sure to
follow the links to support her by clicking and
scrolling so SHE GETS THE CLICKS!

(I hate to post a partial work, but I clicked and you loyal fans should also, and thanks to both Gabby and all of you who always like my re-posts of her work)
So please read Spillwords Author of the Year (2019) interview here 
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

Poem “I wanted to love you” up at Free Verse Revolution #poetry — Short Prose Gabriela Marie Milton

Via: short-prose-fiction poetrywriting  on March 24, 2020 

This was supposed to have posted day before yesterday..
I got hacked by a spy bug, and my internet service was being tracked. I mean like possibly all I was doing online. I’m not sure why this was back in my drafts instead, but better late than never…
See you in the morning boys and girls…

“I wanted to love you” up at Free Verse Revolution #poetry — Short Prose

each word I write cries on the tunes of spring,

a spring that ends in graveyards and in dreams

the night I abandoned you on that bench and left

snows in my mind the syllable of hell

I wanted to return 

I wanted to love you

I choked on ecstasies from vaguely bluish lands

that night I took a part of you with me

I cashed your soul and threw it to some dirty lips 

I bought one ticket from a shaman dressed in red

and flew towards the island of nowhere 

and now between the mighty heaven and the hell

I love you and I hate you are the same 

and I return to find the pardon of the sands

to kiss your dust left on your mother’s hand

I dress in colored ashes and black skirts

the language of the prophets with no tongues 

on a new bench I sit alone at funerals 

and wait until the sea closes its eyes 

to resurrect the ghost of love that you inscribed 

on the red bridge between your spring and mine

I wanted to return 

I wanted to love you… 

++ a great poem from Gabriela ++
Posted at Free Verse Revolution be sure to
follow the links to support her by clicking and
scrolling so SHE GETS THE CLICKS!

(I hate to post a partial work, but I clicked and you loyal fans should also, and thanks to both Gabby and all of you who always like my re-posts of her work)
So please read Spillwords Author of the Year (2019) interview here 
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

Poem “I wanted to love you” up at Free Verse Revolution #poetry — Short Prose Gabriela Marie Milton

Via: short-prose-fiction poetrywriting  on March 24, 2020 

A whole week #flash fiction #short prose — Short Prose

Via: A whole week — Short Prose

A whole week.

Seven agonizing nights; seven suffocating nights rushing over me, parching my soul with their torrid breezes.
Myriads of mosquitoes murmuring in the dark, looking for prey: my own flesh, my own blood.

Nights extending their heavy tentacles over the city, strangling it as a venomous octopus; abandoning it at sunrise lacking vigor, emptied of hopes, filled with trash.

Glued to my body, lace and silk soaked in perspiration: fingers of delirious passions looking for my skin.  

In this city clocks have no hands, years have no months, months have no days.  Outside of time, this city is innocent, perverse, philosophical, suicidal.

Shadows of your eyes

Fragments of your love.  

Dark.

image: Guryanov Andrey; Shutterstock; [link]

short prose from – Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings:
available for pre-order on March 30th.
publication date April 30th.

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

Your thoughts … ❤

⚔️❤️The Promise ❤️⚔️ — Poetry By Archangel White Wolf

The Promise 

She told me stories
I heard her plea
Her cries for help
Brought me to my knees
I have seen the things
You don’t wish to see
I’ve fought wars in places
You wouldn’t want to be
I’m battle hardened
But I cannot lie
Her desperation
Made this warrior cry
I made a promise
In moments of strife
I’ll protect you
With my life
You said you love me
With no regrets
That is something
I’ll never forget

⚔️❤️The Promise ❤️⚔️
Poetry By Archangel White Wolf